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driftfleet2017-01-27 09:58 pm
notanoptimist) wrote in driftfleet2017-01-27 09:58 pm
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Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday
[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.
He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.
Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]
I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]
[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday
[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.
He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.
Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]
I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]
[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.
action; Iskaulit
But until then, please be careful.
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Never planned on anything different.
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[She smiles softly.]
You're not the first captain to make a mistake and I assure you, you won't be the last. But I'm here for you.
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The rest is a little more complicated. It's a weird desire not to let him down; hell if can actually put it into words.] The Caprine's space-worthy again. That's what matters.
action; Iskaulit
I'm sure Jim has gotten into more than a few scrapes himself. Try not to let him get to you - because he does deserve to know.
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But he sighs then and spreads his hands helplessly.] I know. I'll talk to him when we both have a minute. [He scoffs then.] Everything about this is ridiculous - but, hey, I guess it's great for ratings.
[aka fuck you Atroma and the raiders you rode in on.]
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